Thursday, December 20, 2012
Finding the Perfect Tree
Hurry up, Bea! I want to pick out the perfect Christmas tree!
Hmph. I'm cold.
If you'd worn a jacket like I told you to, you wouldn't have that problem.
I choose this tree. It's by far the best one out here. I must have the best tree.
Um, Bea...? Don't you think this tree is a bit...well...
...big? We'd never be able to fit it into the house, let alone our room!
Whatever. You pick your own silly tree then.
This one looks more like our size!
Pastel, that thing is no more than a glorified twig.
Hmm. I suppose you're right.
Let's see if there's something else out here...
Will you hurry up!? I'm cold...and I'm tired...and I'm hungry. I want to go home!
Uggghh. That's it. I'm getting a fake tree.